Men. They come and they go, that’s for sure. Some of them leave without a trace more or less (maybe a dab of DNA), others bolt and they leave drywall dust and debris behind. And their dander, yuck…as Dr. Phil would say: “Don’t let the door hit your ass on the way out!” And in my case, in my backyard last week: 6 giant elevator doors (don’t even ask) and two piles of wood blocking the driveway were my souvenirs from a hoarder with the organizational skills of Martha Stewart. Also, in my basement are piles of useless items, bungee corded, Rubbermaided, and labeled, laid out from tall to small still remain living a life of limbo. To trash or not to trash. Ebay or Craigslist. Help me, Jesus. Who’s going to save me now? Certainly not my beloved Dr. Oz, he doesn’t know I exist. If I set it all on fire, the firemen will come (hot) but so will the police (not hot). Ladies, you can have your conventional hero fantasies, but the fuel for my mojo are the Weir brothers from 86it Junk. As far as I’m concerned, men who will take your crap away far out-trump men who can teach tennis, shuck oysters, play doctors on tv, ride horses, swallow fire, etc. See what the Weir brothers can do for you, click here.
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